Poem for a Rainy Night

Who can sleep with the night wind calls,
sighting softly outside my door,
And the midnight rain has a different sound,
Than any I've ever heard before.
Branches brush against the screen,
Dripping drops of jewelled light
Into shadowed little pools
Of emeralds scattered through through the night.
And seeping through the darkest hours,
Winding itself about my heart,
A blessed peace before whose face.
The worries of the day depart,
And down each crystal windowpane,
The silver rivers rain.

                                       Grace E.Easley


Prov.3:24